Disciple of Passion
The heavens glitter as trillions
of eternal stars crown the night.
And this bejeweled tiara;
twinkles, glints, and sparkles with light.
A gilded Moon reveals Her face;
the Goddess of enchanted beams.
And I dismiss rules and logic;
in favor of magic and dreams.
Safe in my bed, sleep severs strings;
allowing for untethered dreams.
And anxiety floats away,
on the echoes of trickling streams.
In my dreams, I get to explore
feelings of love and compassion.
And not as a puppet of lust;
but a disciple of passion.
Within this surreal slumber,
I'm able to do more than cope.
For sheltered from reality;
dreams expand the fringes of hope.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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